Celebration Of The Weak

The breath of consciousness tears apart the flowers of my youth
You, the wolf behind my brain, devour my form and my being.

The unconventional existence of these instruments of life
are the embodiment of my fear, of all that I can dream
Escape the lake of wonder and command your fears.

Destructive. Rest in the hands of fault and breathe
Intimidate. Pathetic game you create I must destroy.

Havoc .. The ruins of old must be disclosed in another reality
Perception of Reality
To serve is to justify.

The unconventional existence of these instruments of life
are the embodiment of my fear, of all that I can dream
I gaze your chains of misery.

Lost in the space of your wish
To demonstrate, to destroy the monster
The smell of aggression, cuts your wings.

Reality! Feel me. No, I can't dominate your chains of fear
Death! Understanding future looking at the past.
Scorn! I spawned the snake of fear that is swallowing you
Late! The blindfold of illusion, mental icons.

The breath of consciousness tears apart the flowers of my youth
You, the wolf behind my brain, devour my form and my being
Destructive. Rest in the hands of fault and breathe
Intimidate. Pathetic game you create I must destroy.;